Wednesday, March 31, 2010


Last night I was dozing off to the sweet sounds of The Office and this name kept popping into my head randomly. I was familiar with the name, but I couldn't place what the heck it was from. I fell asleep saying it to myself. It was really fucking weird. Not to mention slightly annoying because I couldn't put a face or location to this name.

This afternoon I went outside to catch some rays and grabbed a book I started and then put down a couple of weeks ago. Lo and behold the name appears. For some reason I was shocked to see this name my lips couldn't help but speak printed on the page. The character was introduced some ten pages back before I put down the book weeks ago. It makes sense that my mind would recall it, but why did it push through my subconscious and bully my conscious mind into invoking it with breath?

I'm still baffled by it. I mean, if your mind plays a trick on you it has never played before do you perk up and listen or do you cast it off in nonchalance? I'm never one to underestimate the power of randomness, but this weirds me out. Was it the book or the character or just the name that piqued my subconscious/conscious mind?

By the way, the book is not the bible ha ha.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Lumber Dive

Saw old friends and drank just enough Schlitz.
Listened to Sam Cooke on the way home with the windows down.
The night smells dark and earthy and it makes me feel warm and happy.
Drinking plum tea and watching Silence of the lambs in espanol.
Going to bed thinking about the infinite void. And sometimes it doesn't terrify me.

What a good and random night.
I'm so glad Spring came when it did.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Pygmy Hippo Pies

Marathon watching The Office instead of doing homework.
Surprise money.
Good and tired.

All around nice day.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Doub Doub Doublespeak Ya'll

Amusing Ourselves to Death, a rad comic by Stuart Mcmillen

"Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.

- Neal Postman, "Amusing Ourselves to Death"

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Ala Fresco

It came on so sudden. The smells and the warmth and the wet. I had actually forgotten what real sunshine felt like on my skin. It couldn't have come at a better time, because I was feeling another wave of melancholy start to creep in, but I effectively fought it off with a broom and a bicycle.

Yes, spring is here. Well technically it's not here until March 20th BUT I'm officially shooing winter out my back door and gingerly inviting Spring in for an extended stay.